Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Happy Birthday, Frankie!

What follows is one of the many poems I wrote to her over the years. This one in particular was penned in the mid-1980s while we were dating. It is called "Elusive Valentine."

Elusive Valentine

I'm finally relaxedAfter two weeks of being hereAnd my time is never taxedWhenever she is nearShe doesn't wear a monogramShe's got an independent mindShe admires Billy GrahamShe's an elusive valentine

There's something 'bout this cityThat always brings me backIt's that woman who's so prettyThat she gives me a heart attackShe'd look lovely in ParisSipping a glass of French wine'neath a moonlit glowing terraceLike an elusive valentine

My words, not frivolousTheir meaning leaves no doubtHer symmetry is marvelousHer spirituality, devoutShe stands up for her faithIn the Man from PalestineIn gold, she's worth her weightShe's an elusive valentine

Standing still, lavender cladIndeed, attractively stubbornHer possibilities are myriadBy fools, she'll not be governedAnd yes, we're a couple of mysticsRationally inclinedShe holds her own in linguisticsShe's an elusive valentine